Posts Tagged ‘children’

Though some seem full, they have nothing insideAnd seek to make this fact one they forgetSo very, very many, they have triedYoung babies think they’ll never be denied,Get handed bottles each time that they fretThough some seem full, they have nothing insideSo as they’re taught to add, subtract, divideThey also must solve problems like regretSo very, very many, they have triedThe lucky ones find ways to turn this tide,Get joy from simple foods like the baguetteThough some seem full, they have nothing insideAnd from the day such rings are first espied,Tongues work to taste each flavor they can getSo very, very many, they have triedBut wheat and onion pleasures do subsideAnd leave the addict facing trial for debtThough some seem full, they have nothing insideSo very, very many, they have tried

12 2009

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11 2009

stuffed in the back seat
the four of us ride
our summer shined skin
sticks to the seat’s hide
and to one another
at shoulders and knees
heads tilt toward the window
in search of cool breeze
there aren’t enough seat belts
but we feel no scare
like bagged onion bagels
we’re going nowhere

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09 2009

I once had all for which I could have dreamed:A warm place where my chilled body could toast,My crust was hale; my cheese was soft and creamedAnd there! My better half that I loved mostBut fast like startled dough my fortunes fellWith flesh, once fresh, turned stale and hard as stone;She parted without even a farewellLeaving me bitter, broken and aloneNow as I drink away my passing years(Enough to make a dozen men go blind),My glass collects these falling onion tearsWhile just one slurring thought rolls round my mind:Perhaps she would still be with me tonight,If we’d have borne a mini bagel bite.

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09 2009

Bagel-head tweens in their skinny-legged jeansOft make me sneer, pucker and poutI hear their crusts cracking and smell hygiene lackingAnd generally get all creeped outBut once in a while a kid makes me smileBy toasting with style and graceTho it not long lasts, as he soon feels he hasTo pop a big squirting onion on his face

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08 2009

I kicked the dog right off the bed late last night(but animals don’t mind if you’re not polite)Then I made the kids walk ten miles to school(’cause seriously, have you seen the prices of fuel?)I cooked food for me but made none for my spouse(there was just one onion bagel left in the house)But I burnt it like I was so terrified of(oh why must I hurt the ones I truly love?)

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07 2009

The State came knocking, pounding on the door,And when they busted through found quite a mess:A dozen bagels strewn across the floor,In varied, lurid stages of undress.But far worse was an onion sliced in two,With what they deemed was no remorse at all;Its skin was slathered with a cream cheese glue,That kept each half stuck to the kitchen wall.The agents clenched their fists and cried Why, Lord?Their souls were shattered, battered with self doubt;One tried to hang himself with toaster cord,Until the wiser, other belted out:Without us there could never justice be —These bagels need protective custody!